Parasite

Disclaimer! I don\'t own the characters! I do own the story! and please forgive me for that ^-^

okay..first note. this is my first ever attempt at fanfiction. be gentle. second note.
ooc. any at the beginning is my fault, any later (if it ever exists ^-^) is explainable by the story, but I\'ll try to keep it as ic as I can...so probably not very *big smiles*

anyways, onwards to storyland.

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“Nnnnnngn”

Yohji Kudoh groaned and attempted to open his eyes, an action he regretted immediately as glaring light entered his vision, sending sharp pain through his throbbing skull. Trying to remember what had happened, he half-consciously raised his hand to his forehead in an attempt to massage the pain out, and the memories back in. At least, that was his intention, but he found himself unable to, as his hands were restrained at his side.

“What the...?!” Yohji exclaimed, jerking to full consciousness at the realization that he was tied down. Now fully coherent, he began to also notice that he was cold, and the slight breeze he could feel all down his body told him that that was probably because he was naked. The assassin frantically wracked his brain, trying to remember what he was doing last night that would have ended with him completely tied down, and naked. The general atmosphere of the room told him that it probably wasn’t anything fun.

As he searched his memory, his ears faintly picked up the sound of someone approaching. Immediately, refocused his full attention on the noise, trying to figure out if the advancing person was male or female, only to have the answer given to him as the step reached his side, and his vision was suddenly filled with the smirking face of Schwartz’ Mastermind.

“Hello kitty-cat,” the redhead drawled mockingly. “So nice to know you’ve decided to join us!” Cuz I ~so~ wanted you awake for the next part, he added telepathically.

Schuldig’s grin broadened at the dark look Yohji was giving him, savouring the thoughts and feelings the Weiss assassin was projecting: anger, confusion, hatred, and even a slight spice of fear, which made the telepath tingle with excitement, and anticipation.

“What ‘next part’ are you talking about, you bastard?” Yohji growled out. “Why have you brought me here? And why am I NAKED!?!”

How about I just show you?, Schuldig sent. Yohji snarled at him. The Schwartz assassin reached out to brush a strand of honey blond hair out of the other man’s face, laughing as Yohji tried to move his head away from the touch, cursing loudly. After tucking the strand behind the blond’s ear, he ran the touch down Yohji’s neck, caressing his throat, before continuing down to the other man’s bare chest. He ghosted his hand around Yohji’s left nipple, then slowly began to pluck and tease it to hardness. Yohji began to struggle as the touches began to set off a predictable reaction in his groin.

“Stop it, asshole! What do you think you’re doing?” The blond fought not to arch into the arousing touches, as Schuldig brought his other hand into play, using it to mirror his previous attentions on the right, as his first hand continued its journey downwards, wrapping itself around Yohji’s stiffening length.

I’m showing you the next part, kitty-cat, the redhead chuckled mentally. And it really wouldn’t have worked properly with your clothes on.

Schuldig’s hands kept at their pleasurable torture, until Yohji’s struggle changed from attempts to escape to attempts to get closer to the touches, and to the release they promised him. The redhead’s hand pumped his rival’s cock, pushing him closer to the edge. The blond man thrust his hips up into the touch, fire burning through his body and settling in his groin, driving all thoughts from his head other than his need to reach climax. So caught up was he in his need to reach completion that Yohji completely missed the sounds of Nagi’s entrance into the room.

Neither did he notice the boy’s eyes flare as he used his telekinesis to lift a jar, and carefully remove the object within. It was shaped almost like a long, thin cactus needle, or a porcupine spine, but was red and almost seemed to pulse, as if alive. Yohji was oblivious to all of this until he felt Schuldig’s hand leave his aching cock, and he whimpered, begging for the touch to return. The hand did not return, but soon he felt another touch, as Nagi used his power to move the spine over and touch it to the captive Weiss assassins throbbing arousal. It was cold and damp, and jolted Yohji back from the pleasure induced haze he was currently inhabiting. His eyes focused in on the item touching his cock, widening at the sight of the pulsating...thing.

“What the fuck is that?” he forced out, when he’d found his voice again. The spine continued to pulsate, resting right against the head of Yohji’s penis. As it absorbed warmth from Yohji’s length, it began to feed back exquisite sensation, attempting to draw the man back to the realm of pleasure he had been startled out of.

That, kitty-cat, is why you are here, Schuldig told the blond assassin mentally, knowing that Yohji was beyond hearing spoken words. In fact, he was almost beyond hearing the mental, but Schuldig forced the words into his head around the heavy arousal soaking his consciousness. It’s a little something we found in what was left of Masafumi Takatori’s lab. All we could find out about it was that it is a ... sexual entity. With no information, we were unwilling to test it on any of ourselves. However, YOU we have no such qualms over. He smirked.

Yohji could only moan in response. The pleasure he was receiving from the spine was almost too much for him. His dick was harder than he’d ever felt it, it hurt so much, but he couldn’t cum. He writhed on the table, pushing his hips up, trying to get a firmer touch from the object still just touching his cock.

Schuldig motioned for Nagi to move the spine closer, to touch it more firmly to Yohji’s penis. The redhead grinned at the loud moan that escaped their enemy\'s throat at the increased pressure. You like that, don’t you? Schuldig smirked into Yohji’s mind. The blond moaned again in response, incapable of words, spoken or thought.

Yohji’s hips thrust up again, and now the spine was closer, the movement brought the objects end right to the small opening of the blond assassin’s cock.

Heat pulsed through Yohji’s already overly-pleasure-racked body as the spine, no help from Nagi, began to work its way into the blond man’s penis, automatically adjusting itself to the perfect size to go down the tube without harming him. Yohji couldn’t hold back a scream as the spine opened all the nerves down his shaft, overloading his mind. As it finally reached the end of its journey and came in contact with his prostate, he screamed again as the tightness coiling in his belly erupted, his balls drew up, and he came, falling into unconsciousness as the spine absorbed every drop of ejaculate as soon as it touched it, feeding itself and mindlessly beginning its preparation for its permanent residence within the blond assassin.

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yeah...so...um. as my first fanfiction, this is also my first attempt at writing anything citrusy, so please forgive if that sucked horribly *smiles happily* there will be more, but I\'m slow for writing, I tend to distract myself...write a few sentences, get stuck, think to myself \'hmm...I\'m stuck. I think I\'ll go read some fanfiction for awhile, I\'ll get back to this later\', TWO WEEKS LATER, try to write some more, lather, rinse, repeat. but I\'m hoping maybe I\'ll get some feedback here that\'ll inspire me. or tell me to give up, but THAT I probably won\'t listen to. *big smiles*

bye!! ....Asha